"What's more, the power of breath is much more powerful than a nail file."

Lan raised his chin pointingly, and nodded the wooden dagger in Ciri's hand.

The little girl lifted her training sword, and then the flannel ball next to her was already emitting 'Wow! And 'Meow!' 'voice.

On the surface of the wooden short sword, a smooth and flat slender cut was left.

The cut, neither in length nor in shape, matched Lanne's nails.

So it's not a simple nail cut, such a rough technique.

"Airflow Blade."

Under the gaze of one person and one cat, one of Lan En's standing fingers was slightly pulled by his breath and muscles.

The air around the fingers was making a continuous 'clatter' sound, which was faint at first, and then became more and more sharp.

Finally, as the sound reached its limit, a small 'blade' revealed by the different density of the air also appeared on the tip of Lan's finger.

"As I said, [Torso Breath] is the foundation of a technical system. And this airflow blade is a derivative of this system. ”

"Isn't this magic?"

Ciri asked as she stared blankly at the dense, high-velocity air on Lan's fingertips.

As someone who grew up in a magical Middle Age, the first reaction to seeing the paranormal was definitely magic.

But Lan's response was also crisp and clean.

"Pure skill, no need to control the talent of magic, no need to go through mutations to gain spellcasting ability. As long as you practice, you will have it. ”

"Do you want to learn?"

Both Flannel Ball and Ciri's eyes suddenly burst into a bright glint of anticipation.

So Lan En also knew that now they could concentrate on studying.

——

After speaking about Torso Breath, Lane left the flannel ball and Ciri to practice on his own for a while.

He walked towards the edge of the tower not far from the training ground.

In the shadow of the small door over there, Viselmir was leaning against the door, throwing small snacks into his mouth without stubble.

"She's too anxious and too hardworking, and that's the problem."

As if he had known that the old witcher was waiting here, Lan En said as he approached, spreading his hands.

And the old witcher just chewed the small snacks at the corners of his mouth, outlining a bitter arc.

"We've all found out, but we've all found out. Demon hunters can hunt monsters, and even use knowledge and experience to banish those invisible and magical monsters, but we can't affect the psychology and minds of others. ”

In fact, the topic of 'mental health' is a subject with a history of more than 100 years in Lan's home world.

Before that, people generally called psychological and spiritual problems as evil spirits, demonic possession, and demonic bewitchment.

Lan En had also happened to see how the villages of this world were dealing with them.

The villagers would bring in sacrifices from their gods, and if it was a mild type like Meritelli, it would be fine.

And if it's the type of Eternal Flame

"She's strong and she's brave." Lann said as he stood beside Viselmir, and the two of them looked at the training ground not far away.

At the training ground, Ciri was looking at the flannel ball in an unconvinced manner.

"And most importantly," Lan's mouth hooked, "what I taught her was hard enough to keep her from thinking about anything else." ”

Keep yourself busy. This should be regarded as a very simple kind of psychotherapy.

And when it came to Lane's skills, even Viselmir raised an eyebrow.

"Swordsmanship capable of controlling air flow."

The old witcher couldn't hide his curiosity at this time.

"I'm not young anymore, and I've seen almost all the famous swordsmanship on the entire continent, but I've never heard of this kind of supernatural swordsmanship."

Judging by Viselmir's age and skill, he must have 'seen' those famous swordsmanship?

He probably taught them all those swordsmanship one by one.

This old guy now looks at the five big and three thick, and his legs and feet are not good. But Lann estimated that even if Geralt knocked the drug, he wouldn't be able to get a good deal out of it.

The old guy's experience and vision are too rich.

The young man had just taken off his pants in front of him, and this guy knew what kind of fart was going to be on the other side in the next second.

"Are you interested?" Lan En said bluntly, "I'll teach you." ”

"Hear Geralt say you've been having back pain lately? Learn this breathing technique and you should be fine. ”

"Swordsmanship still has this effect?" Viselmir was suddenly more interested.

"Health preservation is also a part of swordsmanship." Lan shrugged his shoulders and gave Viselmir the gist of Torso Breath.

Although it is not a system, the knowledge and accumulation of the old demon hunter is extraordinary.

Lan En didn't have to take care of him like a child, he could feel the slightest changes in his body under the breathing method.

"And that's what you're rewarded with the gods?"

Viselmir whispered as she took in the breathing technique she had tried for the first time.

Lane had spoken with Geralt and Viselmir about their respective gods.

So the other two also knew that Lan En was working under some gods. It's just that I don't know very specifically.

"I got a long-term commission from Lady Lake. You can understand it this way. This is the loot of the commission process. ”

"Then you must have had a hard time getting these loot."

Viselmir smacked his mouth.

"People who practice this thing should be pretty good."

"It's okay." Lan En scratched his head and said. "Not everyone has the talent to learn, most of them are ordinary people who are not at a high level."

Among the gods and ghosts of the Ashina Kingdom, he almost confessed to the Venerable Master of Xianfeng Temple and the eight hundred bhikshunis.

Now that I think about it, it was a long time ago.

"If Gerd comes over, I think you can teach him." Len said as he looked down at the old witcher.

"The last time he was caught in the war was to do me a favor, and I owe him a favor."

"He was very interested in one of my tricks before, but his joint bone strength is not very good, if he knows this, then he should be able to figure out some interesting tricks himself."

"It's a good character to know that you give back to a friend, kid. But there's a catch."

Viselmir pouted and looked at Lanne.

"If you really owe a favor, then the entire Wolf School owes you and Gede a favor, because Ciri is the 'destiny' of all of us. We have taken risks for our 'destiny' and have paid the pain and price. We owe it to you. ”

"But as soon as you make a move now, you're raising the bar so high. Tsk, that's hard for the old guy. ”

"If it's difficult, don't do it." Lan En tilted his head and said indifferently. "Gerd shouldn't care."

"." Vismere choked, "It seems like I'm ignorant." ”

"Okay, I'll weigh it myself as to how Gede's favor should be repaid, but I've already thought about how to repay your favor. Come along. ”

(End of chapter)